So what did everyone here do on Y2K eve? I watched the news, laughing, because I knew Y2K was a crock of crap.
Honestly... I can't remember, but I knew Y2K was a crock of crap too. To my best recollection, I was spinning around on a beach somewhere in Southern California, filled to capacity with cheap beer and even cheaper marijuana, surrounded with 2 or 3 people I'd never met before.
I vaguely remember talking to a blonde about fake breasts and thinking that we were discussing hers when she got all offended and yelled that her breasts were not, in fact, fake and she didn't really want to talk about them in the first place. Shortly afterwards, I was thrown out for smoking a cigarette because Californians don't like to mix their vices or some such nonsense.
Somewhere between the beach and my parent's condo, I managed to lose my pants and socks. The next morning, as my mom fed me aspirin, water and slices of white bread, she told me how I'd woken her up at 4 am after I fell out of bed, stumbled onto their balcony and tried to pee on the wicker patio furniture thinking I'd found my way to the bathroom. I still haven't lived that one down.
It's my belief that if you can remember anything about any New Year's Eve, then there's something you're not doing right.... oh wait, I forgot... you were like 13 or something.
Well, us Mac people didn't get to enjoy that tomfoolery. Oh well.
And you never will, buddy... you never will.
